The 45th Chapter

Below the Life and Death Arena, countless people cried out in astonishment.

"Minor Accomplishment stage movement technique... at least... Mystic-Grade. How did he cultivate it?"

Even Su Ding couldn't help but exclaim.

As someone in the Bone Tempering Realm, he could naturally see everything clearly. At this moment, his heart was a tempest of shock.

Even he hadn't cultivated a Mystic-Grade Low-Rank Movement Technique to the Minor Accomplishment stage.

How long had Lin Xuan been practicing? Not even half a month. What kind of prodigy was this?

The Useless Body of Ten Thousand Years? Wasn't that a colossal joke? Even someone with peerless talent probably couldn't achieve this.

"What? Minor Accomplishment stage Mystic-Grade movement technique? Senior Brother, are you, are you mistaken?"

A flicker of disbelief flashed through Sun Liang's eyes.

Cultivating Martial Skills wasn't a simple step-by-step process; it required immense talent, comprehension, and rigorous training.

How could Lin Xuan possibly achieve this?

Su Ding didn't answer, still lost in his shock.

"Bastard!"

Meanwhile, on the Life and Death Arena, Ling Chao finally managed to push himself up and cursed furiously.

Bang!

But at that moment, a foot fiercely stomped down on his back.

Boom!

The immense force directly forced him to prostrate himself on the ground. The violent impact caused him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

He tried to push himself up again, only to find that the surging Blood Essence within him was completely useless.

It felt as if a colossal mountain was pressing down on his back, suppressing him utterly.

Finally, an emotion called fear began to take root in Ling Chao's heart.

"It's fun to torment people, isn't it?"

Lin Xuan's voice echoed in Ling Chao's ears.

Ling Chao was startled, almost sensing what was about to happen.

"N-no... don't..."

He was terrified and began to beg for mercy.

But his plea was met with a heavy foot, which landed directly on his shoulder.

Bang!

Crack!

A sickening sound of bone cracking rang out.

"Ah!"

Ling Chao let out a piercing scream. The excruciating pain struck his very soul, nearly making him pass out.

But this was just the beginning.

While everyone else was stunned, Lin Xuan lifted his foot and stomped down violently again.

Bang!

Crack!

The clear sound of bone cracking echoed once more.

"Ah..."

"Lin, Lin Xuan, I, I was wrong, please, spare me..."

Ling Chao continued to scream, then began to beg. His initial confidence and arrogance had vanished without a trace.

"Chen Ze didn't even groan once. Your tolerance is too poor."

Lin Xuan's response to Ling Chao was cold words.

"No..."

Ling Chao's pupils contracted into needle-like points, his face turning deathly pale.

"Senior Brother Su Ding, save me..."

He turned to Su Ding for help.

At this moment, everyone snapped back to reality, staring in shock at the scene unfolding on the Life and Death Arena.

An emotion called fear began to rise in the hearts of the servants.

Lin Xuan raised his foot again.

"You dare!"

Su Ding roared.

"Heh..."

Lin Xuan turned his head and sneered.

"See if I dare!"

As the words fell, his Blood Essence surged, and he stomped down three times.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Ling Chao's legs and lumbar spine were directly crushed.

The immense trauma caused Ling Chao to spew blood from his mouth. He tried to scream, but the gore blocked his throat, silencing him.

Lin Xuan delivered another kick, sending Ling Chao tumbling off the stage like a sack of rags, landing beside Su Ding and Sun Liang.

Ling Chao's eyes rolled back, and he completely fainted, blood gushing from his mouth. He was clearly on the verge of death.

Su Ding's eyes bulged with rage, his Blood Essence boiling, and a terrifying aura swept out.

Lin Xuan watched him calmly, a mocking smirk playing on his lips...

"You're asking for death!"

Su Ding stared intently at Lin Xuan on the Life and Death Arena.

At this moment, within Lin Xuan's mind, the Soul Suppressing Pagoda vibrated, absorbing a mass of blood energy and three years of cultivation time.

Clearly, Ling Chao, who had fallen from the Life and Death Arena, was dead.

However, Lin Xuan paid him no mind, continuing to mock Su Ding.

"What? Are you going to attack me? An Outer Sect steward, trying to throw your weight around in the Servant District?"

"The Sacred Land's rules must not be broken. You said that yourself. Are you going to challenge the Sacred Land's authority?"

"Do you even have the right?"

The entire place fell silent, everyone staring at Lin Xuan in disbelief.

He was too arrogant. This was a provocation, a provocation against an Outer Sect steward in the Bone Tempering Realm.